11.12.20
Being surrounded by people who don't care enough,
when I'm someone that cares too much.
Constantly saying that I have a problem.
Constantly telling me that I'm too sensitive.
I'm only acting like how you acted to me,
but no.
Stop saying that was you did was the reason I turned out 'right'
I'm the one who has to live the rest of my life with all this resentment,
all this hate and anguish.
I've got to live in a world with no acknowledgement or sympathy,
then get told I'm the one that's crazy
I'm the one who "can't talk to people nicely".
Calling me sensitive because I freak out over everything.
Stop thinking that because I act okay all the damage you caused it fixed.
It's not.
And I'm reminded of this every time I choose to talk to strangers on the internet
instead of talking to you.
Here I am trying so hard not to scream,
hiding away wishing all the pain would go.
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4. Memories and Feelings That Still Haunt Me
PoetryI've cried too hard for too long as I debated death. Over and over, all I wanted was a quick overdose, a quick way to escape the pain. Until the guilt set it and made me realise, suicide feels too selfish. Instead I turned my sadness into art and my...
